Over the past few decades, a disturbing rumor has spread throughout the backwoods settlement of Littlefork. People there tell tales of so-called “alternates,” who kidnap and impersonate the small town’s residents. Taking the form of their victims, they appear human at first glance. But the alternates possess uncanny facial features like dead, bulging eyes and unusually long limbs. … More The Littlefork Bodysnatchers
A detective’s hunt for a missing girl leads him to the discovery of a cryptic cult and a dark truth about the very nature of existence. … More Eternal Sleep
In the sleepy town of Dimwater, the disappearance of a lonesome shut-in leaves a trail to the occult and arcane, from which there is no way back. … More The Ladies of the Mist
In response to recent allegations, a climate scientist reveals the true story of a disaster that took the lives of all his teammates. What they found buried in the Russian tundra was beyond expectation and explanation: a monument of flesh from a lost age. … More The Yakutia Incident on YouTube and Spotify
I have gazed upon city skylines
Cloaked in sparkling glass
And evening shadow… … More So Perfect
It occurred to me some time ago that not everyone has the energy to read my stories. Sometimes after a long day’s work, the eyes just can’t keep themselves open long enough to finish. So, I decided to provide a different option to enjoy my horror: a YouTube channel. … More Horror YouTube Channel
There lives a man in winter’s midst
With snowdrifts higher than barren
Trees and skies like frosted roads. The stars
Are veiled, the moon a memory,
And the sun a ghost beyond
Reach… … More Shades of White
Ragged, white scars carve
Swollen streams in my skin,
Where once your fingers strayed.
Tender were your kisses. Tender
Now the skin they painted… … More As Your Heart Passes
I had friends once. No one knows their names anymore, though, not even their parents. They’ve all been forgotten. Forgotten to any god or devil or man. Forgotten even by time and space itself. Remember their names. … More The Void Dweller
I sing your praisesOn a flattened tongueWithout grace or tactOr grandeur. Not with the greatestLines from the sweetest lipsCould your beauty findA tune to fit. And mineAre rough, raucous, reachingLike eyes in a starless night.Every lyric is longing, Every stanza strainingIn light of your fair face. My wordsAre weak and wastedOn a woman,With whom no … More I Sing Your Praises
He Who Wanders 